AutismAwareness. I made a mistake. I thought we could go from Westbourne Grove to Ladbroke Grove during the carnival.
We ended up at Westbourne Grove underground station because JP insisted that we could not go to Latimer Road. Latimer Road station was the better choice in every way except that one day many moons ago he had to get off there when he didn’t want to and so he bears an almost-phobic grudge.
Press of bodies. Half the people barely swaying with a stoned-eyed gaze. The other half begrudging our need to press through. JP his hands over his ears, releasing screechy yelps to compete with the carnival blare.
We are running our own Olympics. Hugging him from behind and slowly pushing him forward, creating gaps with our screeches. The minutes seems like hours as we make it past the sound system. Now we have to wait for a bus to pass. The bus is out of place and JP must photograph this curiosity. Perhaps this is our medal. It feels like we are in a different world, playing a different game and dancing a tune few people hear.